Locked away, in the walls of my mind.
As the nights take over the days.
And there's not much left inside.
I find myself imprisoned in my own world.
A self solitude.
To dream is to escape.
To free word I created.
And it's all I have.
Stare out as the world pa**es by.
Sitting, rotting, ready to die.
Searching for an easy way out.
Two more months to do with out.
Anything, to call my own.
I can't even leave my home.
Not broken but oh how I can bend.
When will this misery end. Solitude.
Self solitude.